MATILDA’S POV
The banging came again.
Like the person was doubting their decision to knock but Knocking anyways.
I groaned into my pillow, dragging it over my head like that could block out reality for five more minutes. I'd barely slept in days.
“Matilda!”
My eyes snapped open.
That was Ruth, my mom. Her voice sounded unsure and wrong.
I pushed myself up, hair falling into my face in every direction like it had personally decided to betray me this morning.
“What?” I called, my voice thick with sleep and annoyance.
My door creaked open just enough for her face to appear, pale and unsure.
“Baby… I don’t want to alarm you,” she said slowly, which of course immediately alarmed me, “but there’s… there’s a car outside.”
I frowned. “A car?”
She nodded, stepping in now. “A black one.
